|Sleep after a long leap of faith
Author: Faithless Juliet PM
The dove drawn out of love flutters on my back from time to time.Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 280 - Reviews: 18 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-25-06 - id: 2098411
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Sleep after a long leap of faith
No one tattooed rules onto your cheeks; but the dove
drawn out of love flutters on my back from time to time.
Occasionally opulent; wounded and well worn. I don't
think much about it anymore. I just keep driving, singing
along to those songs that made no sense at the time, songs
that I "get" now. Stop and Go. Red light. Theater Tickets. Rent
money. Gas sticker price. I've got enough faith still to put my
hands on you and tingle with hopefulness. I'm still young
enough to say that I'll never forget the ocher light buzzing
above us the first time. The first taste. Nothing put to shame
or waste. just. you. and. me. Naked fluorescent foreplay.
Purple sky as I wake up - listen to the electricity crawl
up the walls, - t h i c k e n - and burrow deeper under the blankets
before I smell shampoo and coffee. Lickety split litany.
Freeze - frame - I can't help but smile sometimes. Just the
thought of simplicity dancing exposed and unabashed on my hand
makes me cry out in pleasure. The myth uncalculated. Who knows?
Sleep after a long leap (of faith!) Toy around with the idea of summer
and see that there really was so much there (underneath the sun burning,
I need to learn to look past the yellow heat and linger) Washington
girl without the rain is a fish out of water - girls sipping tea with the mad
hatter - Its never been a choice between the former or the latter:
(just the here and now) - It's the first hour of today, and I smile.